Again, change –the art, me, you.
Category: Words
Prose, poetry and essays
Words I carry (to read when I’m sober)
A peril of going through the internet; you change. It rattles around the head.
Seven breakfasts (and the logistics of laundry)
This is what I do on Sundays, or thereabouts.
My 2020 in art.
The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.
The last piece I wrote in 2020
I think it’s incomplete.
but didn’t i promise to fall in love
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
Filters in development
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
Art: Glass hearts do not break like real ones do (2018)
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
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\ ˈsmī(-ə)l \
Footnotes: Women in STEM
Women should be free to aspire to greatness in STEM fields, and also to be mediocre.
